Saturday, July 15, 2017

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/synful-dreams

Brand new series!

Syn’s Playground by Shea Balik
#MM #BDSM #GAY #MANLOVE

Welcome to Syn’s Playground



Book 1

Synful Dreams


[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]
Syn Evans was a Dom who believed he had the world at his fingertips. That was until until he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. It had taken witnessing his friends find love and even getting married that made him realize he needed to man up and make amends with the one man who still owned his heart. Even if that meant groveling.
PJ had been devastated when Syn had left him, but he’d somehow managed to get over the love of his life. Or so he thought. It wasn’t until Syn waltzed back into his life that PJ understood he not only hadn’t gotten over Syn or the need he had to submit to his Dom, but he was still in love with him.
The only question was, could he find a way to forgive Syn for leaving him all those years ago and find a path for their future?
A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

A steady beep slowly penetrated the fog that wrapped around PJ. He wanted to just sink back into the warm embrace of darkness but there was something else, another noise that was forcing him to listen.
“Come on, little love, open those pretty eyes for me.”
The deep cadence of the voice that spoke was so familiar that PJ wanted to find its source. He just wasn’t sure he could open his eyes like the voice wanted him to do. It was like there were lead weights on his eyelids, forcing them to remain closed.
“Please wake up,” that so familiar voice whispered fervently.
The need to reassure that voice was stronger than the pull to drift back into the darkness. Pushing through the fog, PJ willed his eyelids open. It took three tries before the blinding light of the room had him slamming his eyes closed once more.
“PJ?” There was so much hope in that voice that PJ had to see for himself who it was that spoke.
Once more he cracked open his eyelids to peer up at the one man who had owned his heart from the moment they’d met. The one person who PJ would do anything for. “Syn.” It came out more like a whimper of sound as his throat was just too parched to force any real sound from it.
“Thank God,” Syn whispered as if he’d been praying. Then Syn’s hand came up and cupped PJ’s face, just like he always did. The touch was so familiar, yet alien at the same time.
PJ’s brain tried to figure out what was happening, but he just couldn’t hold a thought for more than a moment before he lost it to the fog that was creeping back over him. Even as the darkness tried to drag him back under once more, PJ strained to stay awake. He had no idea why, but he didn’t want to close his eyes in fear of Syn disappearing.
“I’m here, little love. I’m not going anywhere,” Syn promised.
PJ hoped that was true, for from one heartbeat to the next, the blackness that had been trying to pull him back into its embrace succeeded in doing just that.

* * * *

Voices filtered into PJ’s brain, waking him from the best dream he’d had in a long time. Syn had been there, holding him, telling him how much he loved PJ. After Syn had moved to New York and PJ moved back home, he’d had the dreams often, but over the years they had diminished until they had stopped altogether.
He was tempted to yell at whoever had woken him, but PJ was a realist. As much as he wanted nothing more than to sink back into his fantasy of Syn being there, it wouldn’t help PJ get on with his life. Then again, considering it had been thirteen years and PJ still wasn’t over the man, PJ wasn’t sure he’d ever move on.
“You’ve already operated on him three times. Just how many more operations are you going to need to do?”
PJ froze. It couldn’t be. Could it?
“As I already explained, there was extensive damage both from the bullet wound to his knee and the impact of the fall to his ankle. We’ve had to do a lot of repairs to both areas.”
Instantly, PJ didn’t like whoever was talking as he blabbered on about fractures, pins and blood flow. PJ had no idea most of what he said but the man’s tone was condescending. He wanted to yell for the man to shut the hell up so the other man could talk. PJ needed to know if it was Syn or if he was just hallucinating.
“I understand that, Dr. Zari, but you also never mentioned that you would require so many surgeries in order to do your job.”
PJ’s heart sped up, the beeps coming from somewhere nearby matching the speed. It was Syn. It had to be. But how?
PJ had no idea but he had to see for himself. Why didn’t he think of that to begin with? He lifted his lids and sighed.
Before him was the most gorgeous sight he’d seen in a long time. Syn stood there facing off against a man in a white coat. He was just as PJ remembered. Well, almost. He’d filled out a bit more since college, his chest broader and arms a big bigger. And his face had a few more lines, but he was still the same Syn. Fierce, unwavering, handsome.
What PJ didn’t know was what he was doing there. Or where there was for that matter. The white coat of the man Syn was talking to, along with various tubes coming from PJ’s body as well as that awful smell could only mean one thing. He was in the hospital. But why?
“Syn,” he tried to say, but his too dry throat didn’t do more than make a rasping sound that sounded more like a sigh than an actual word.
But apparently it was enough, for Syn whirled to face him and everything else disappeared as PJ’s eyes drank him in. “PJ,” Syn whispered. One step was all it took in the small room for Syn to be there, right next to PJ’s bed.
Warmth flooded PJ where Syn’s hand touched his. “You’re awake.” Syn’s smile chased away all the cobwebs still clinging to PJ’s weary brain.
How could he feel tired when Syn was there?



#ADULT EXCERPT#


PJ laid his head against Syn’s chest. “All our dreams are coming true,” he whispered just loud enough for Syn to hear him.
Syn held him close for another minute, just savoring the feel of PJ in his arms. They really were about to have all of their dreams come true. But the reality was, any future with this man would make all of Syn’s dreams come true.
He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. Then again, they had their whole lives and right now, they had a scene to finish. “I believe you have earned a punishment.” Steel infused his voice to remind PJ just who was in charge.
A smile of bliss formed on PJ’s lush lips, letting Syn know just how much PJ was looking forward to this. But before he could commence with the punishment, Syn needed to feel those lips on him. “Kneel,” he commanded.
Without any hesitation, PJ sank gracefully to his knees. He leaned in, rubbing his face against the front of Syn’s pants. That was what he loved about PJ. He enjoyed every aspect of their sex life, even something as simple as getting ready to suck his cock, he savored.
When PJ lifted up his hands to reach for Syn’s zipper, Syn said, “With your teeth.” It wasn’t something he would normally request, but he wanted to drag this out.
PJ dropped his hands and once more leaned in. He pushed his nose along the length of Syn’s erection until he got to the top of his pants. With his teeth, he tugged at the flap, popping the button free. Then he went to work on the zipper. Syn was glad he was wearing boxer briefs today. He often went commando, and with how hard his dick was pressing against the zipper, it wouldn’t be fun to fear getting it caught in the teeth.
Those sweet brown eyes were staring up at him as PJ dragged the zipper downward. Damn, but his little love looked amazing on his knees serving Syn. A part of him worried he would blow his load before PJ ever got his pants and underwear down far enough to take him in his mouth.
Curling his hands into fists, Syn looked up as he fought the orgasm that was threatening to crash through him. Just when he thought he’d gotten some semblance of control back, he felt wet heat sliding along his shaft.
Syn couldn’t help but look down once more. The sight of PJ taking him in his mouth was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. The only time it got better was when he was sinking into PJ’s tight ass.
Syn’s balls rolled in their sac at the thought of feeling PJ’s tight muscles wrapped around him. He’d planned an entire scene, but now he was beginning to think he needed to take the edge off first.
With that thought in mind, Syn threaded his fingers into PJ’s hair, holding him still as he fucked that amazing mouth. That PJ continued to kneel there, perfectly content for Syn to take over and use him as he wanted, only turned him on more.
PJ was the perfect sub. Just feisty enough to give them both what they want, punishments, yet still completely submissive, like now.
Syn groaned as he tried to hold his orgasm off for a little while longer. PJ’s mouth was something he wanted to experience for as long as possible. But with his little love’s ability to provide just the right amount of stimulation with his tongue and the suction he provided, it didn’t take long for his orgasm to crash through him with no hope of holding it back.
His balls pulled up tight and his dick throbbed in PJ’s mouth. Stars formed in his eyes as pulse after pulse of cum filled PJ’s mouth, which he swallowed with relish.
Endorphins pumped through him, leaving him weak as a limp noodle. Only his hold on PJ’s head kept him upright. “Damn, boy. You know how to make me feel good,” he told PJ as he finally was able to move and pulled from his mouth.
PJ smacked his lips with a smile as he stared up at Syn with a self-satisfied smile on his face. After that blow job, he deserved to look like that. Chuckling, Syn leaned down and kissed that sweet mouth, loving that he could still taste himself on PJ’s mouth.
When he pulled back, he stood up straight. “Playroom. Now,” he ordered.
He couldn’t help but smile when PJ scrambled to do as he said. Yep, they were going to have a great life. New York was going to be so much fun.



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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Tearing Down Walls, Miracle Book 5 NOW AVAILABLE!





In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.

Finding one’s mate should be the greatest moment in a shifter’s life, but for Chadwick Ramos, who had been waiting for his mate since he was five, he was no longer sure he wanted a mate. At least not the one fate had given him. A dominate Alpha, who would sure want to tell him what to do, was not his idea of the loving mate he’d always dreamed of.

Saber Thorsen knew his immense size was an effective deterrent to those wanting to start trouble. He just hadn’t expected it to have the same effect on his mate. It would take a lot of patience and understanding to change Chadwick’s mind but for his mate, Saber would do whatever it took.

If only they had time. But with the challenge for the Council coming up, it would take a miracle for Saber to not only win, but to survive the battle. It was probably asking too much to also win the heart of his mate. Then again, that’s what their town is about, finding a Miracle.

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In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.


























Sunday, April 23, 2017

Happy New Year from Cedar Falls!

Shea and Jesse Grant have had several requests asking about his expulsion from the casino on New Year's Eve! After much pleading and begging (Jesse style), here's Jesse's explanation.



OMG!  I am still so mad I could spit…okay so there is no way I’m doing something so gross as spitting, so bad way to start out, but you get the picture – I’m as mad as a Hatter.
Jesse, that means you’re crazy, not upset.
Shut up, Ethan.  No one asked you.  It has been two weeks and I still have trouble talking about it, but Shea insisted the Cedar Falls fans deserved to know why there isn’t going to be a New Year’s Eve story.  Since she’s right, as usual, but I can’t write about it, I’m going to let her tell you what happened.
Let her?  You do know she’s the author, right?
So what if she’s the author, Flynn.  It’s my story.
Hey!  It happened to all of us, you know.
Do you see me rolling my eyes at you, Danton?  I’m the one that stood up to that jerk.
You’re also the reason we can’t go to the New Year’s Eve Party.
Seriously Ethan, don’t you have somewhere else to be?
Are you kidding?  Who else will make sure Shea hears the truth and not your distorted version?
Distorted!  I would never.  You know what?  Never mind.  You can all stay but keep quiet so Shea can get this written and posted to the Cedar Falls fans.  Again, I apologize to all those looking forward to the New Year’s Eve story but I swear it wasn’t my fault.
Shea, go ahead and tell them.

NAUGHTY OR NICE

“You know we aren’t meeting Ryder for another three hours, right?” Danton asked.
Jesse rolled his eyes.  “Of course, I know.  Why do you think we came now?”  He didn’t bother to wait for Danton to answer as the always positive Danton really didn’t have a mischievous bone in his body.  It was one of the reasons Jesse enjoyed having him around.  “If we waited until it was time to meet with Ryder, we wouldn’t have time to gamble.”
“Wait.” Danton stopped walking mere steps from the front door of Cedar Falls' casino, Utopia.  “I thought we were here to help Ryder come up with ideas for the New Year’s Eve Party.”
Ethan sighed heavily.  “Come on Danton, think.  Since when has Jesse volunteered for anything without an ulterior motive?”
“Hey.”  Jesse stomped his favorite black platform boots with the gold buckles going up the sides.  “That’s not…” but as he thought about it, Jesse had to admit Ethan had a point.  “Okay, that was fair, but still not cool to point out.  You’re supposed to be my best friend.”
Ethan shrugged.  “You know I call them like I see them.”
Too true.  Ethan wasn’t one to let Jesse’s actions slide without some sort of sarcastic comment.  Not that Jesse was any different but that didn’t mean he had to like it when it was directed at him.  “Come on.” Jesse waved them forward.  “It’s time to have some fun.”
“But I didn’t tell Angelo I was going to gamble,” Kit whined.  “He’s not going to be happy when he finds out.”
Jesse gave Kit an odd look.  “Then don’t tell him and you won’t have a problem.”
A look of horror crossed Kit’s face.  “Not tell him?  I can’t do that.  What if he finds out I lied to him?”
Jesse loved all his friends but sometimes he just didn’t get their obsessive need to be honest with their significant others.  “How is he going to find out?  None of us are going to say anything.  Stop worrying.”
“But I can’t lie,” Kit insisted.  “Angelo would be disappointed in me.”
“It’s not a lie if it doesn’t come up.  When he asks what you did today, just mention helping Ryder and leave out the gambling.”  When Kit didn’t look convinced, Jesse said, “I don’t tell Parker everything I do.”
“Yeah, but that’s because most of what you do could get you arrested and then he’d be an accessory after the fact,” Ethan quipped.
Jesse gave Ethan one of his best glares.   “Hardy-har-har.”
“What?” Ethan tried to pull off innocent but failed miserably.  “It’s not like it isn’t true.”
“You know what?” he said to Ethan.  “If you keep being mean to me I’m not going to keep inviting you out with me.”
Ethan laughed out loud.  “And who else are you going to get to not only drive you but get into trouble with?”
Jesse turned to Flynn, Danton, and Kit, who were studiously looking everywhere but at Jesse.  “Fine,” Jesse grumbled.  “Let’s just gamble.”
They made their way to the blackjack tables.  When he didn’t find his favorite dealer, Yvonne, he chose a table with a dealer he didn’t know.  Maybe this one would bring him some much needed luck.  But before he sat, he heard one of his favorite security guards, Reed, say, “Look, I told you, I don’t date.”
“But that was before me,” says a smaller man with more confidence than anyone who was being shot down should have.  The guy wore a suit in the middle of the day and had a gleam in his eye that Jesse knew spelled trouble, since he had the same look more often than not.
The difference, this guy also had crazy eyes, something Jesse also knew because of dealing with Parker’s mama.  It was obvious the guy wasn’t about to leave Reed alone, not without someone intervening.
“I’m not interested, Alcott,” Reed said before trying to walk away.
Too bad this Alcott guy wasn’t about to take no for an answer.  He grabbed onto Reed’s arm, but when he wasn’t strong enough to stop Reed, Alcott chased after him.  “There is no need to play hard to get.  When you come live with me, I’ll shower you with gifts.”
Like Jesse said – crazy.
“Come on, guys.  We need to save Reed from his stalker over there.”  Trusting his friends to have his back, Jesse made his way to where Reed was once more trying to get away from Alcott.  “Hey, Reed.  Thank goodness I found you.”
The relief in Reed’s eyes was profound as he looked Jesse’s way.  “Jesse.  What can I do for you?”
Alcott glared at Jesse as he sauntered up to Reed and linked his arm through Reed’s.  “I need some help at the slots.”
“Excuse me,” Alcott put his hand on Jesse’s arm, digging his nails in.
Jesse appreciated a good manicure, but Alcott’s nails were sharp enough to draw blood, which meant he might tear a hole in Jesse’s brand new long-sleeved shirt.  He’d gotten it just to wear this time of year and had spent a lot of time figuring out what saying to put on it, finally deciding on, Dear Santa, I’ve been good all year.  Most of the time.  Once in a while.  Never mind, I’ll buy my own stuff.
There was no way he was going to let his shirt get ruined the first day he’d worn it.  “Unless you plan to pay for expedited shipping for a new shirt, get your paws off me before I make you.”
Alcott was more crazy than Jesse had thought, for instead of taking his hand off Jesse, he sneered and dug his fingers deeper into his arm.  “Try it and I’ll make sure you’re never seen again.  Now get lost.”
Alcott finally released Jesse’s arm but only after pushing him.  The thing was, Jesse had a hard enough time walking without falling in flat shoes.  Add in his platforms and someone shoving him, he just had no chance to stay upright.  The next thing he knew Jesse was hugging the floor like the old friend it tended to be.
“Hey, jackass.  That was my friend you pushed,” Ethan yelled as he got right up in Alcott’s face with Flynn at his back.
Danton and Kit knelt on the floor next to Jesse.  “You okay?” Danton asked.
“I’m on the floor, Danton.  Of course, I’m not okay.”  Sometimes he wanted to smack some sense into his friends, but Jesse refrained or he’d end up with no friends.
“Come on.  We’ll help you up,” Kit said.
“Unless you want to end up like your friend, I suggest you get out of my face,” Alcott said as Jesse was once more standing.
Even though he was happy his friends had his back, Jesse wasn’t about to let anyone push him around and get away with it.  “You have two seconds to get out of here before I go all ninja on your ass,” Jesse threatened.
Ethan gave him an odd look.  “But you’re not a ninja.”
Jesse glared at Ethan for bringing that up.  “Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Did you see me do that?” Jesse asked.
Ethan frowned at him.  “See what?”
Jesse grinned.  “Exactly.”
Ethan just rolled his eyes.
Alcott, on the other hand stepped right up to Jesse with a haughty look that screamed Alcott thought he was so much better than Jesse.  “Reed is mine,” he declared.  “So get the fuck away from him.”
Jesse cocked his head to the side and considered what to do.  It was clear Alcott was unhinged.  So did he push him over the edge or try to reason with him.  “You really are bat shit crazy, aren’t you?”  Jesse never was good at reasoning with people.  He found it generally pointless as they didn’t listen anyway.
Maybe he should have tried.
The next thing he knew a fist was flying toward his face.  Having lots of experience hitting the floor on a daily basis, Jesse didn’t even hesitate to drop down onto his ass.  Unfortunately, Kit, who had been behind him, hadn’t realized what was happening and Alcott’s fist headed right for him.
With Kit short and Jesse in his three-inch heels, Alcott’s aim was too high to actually connect with Kit, but Alcott’s forward momentum had him pushing right into Kit, knocking him into a set of chairs that thankfully weren’t occupied, but when they toppled over, a dealer who had been walking by tripped, falling into Kit and they both took a dive onto the floor.
As that was happening, Alcott, who hadn’t been able to stop himself from continuing forward, knocked his fist into a customer, punching him in the back of the head, causing him to slam into the poker table he was at, chips and cards flying everywhere.
Maybe if it had stopped there, all would have been fine, but Alcott was too incensed at not having hit his target and charged after Jesse, who had just managed to get back on his feet.  “Shit,” Jesse yelped when he saw an enraged Alcott, fists raised, come after him once more.
Throwing up his hands to ward off the blow had one of those hands connecting with Alcott’s chin.  Alcott’s head snapped up as he stumbled backward.  His foot caught on one of the overturned chairs sending him reeling to the side, arms flailing as he unsuccessfully tried to keep from falling.  Before going down to the ground, one arm slammed into the face of another dealer, who had been trying to help his coworker untangle himself from Kit and the chairs.
Blood spurted from the man’s nose and a tooth popped out of his mouth to land at his feet just as he went down in a mass of limbs with Kit and the other dealer.  But it was when his head banged into the corner of one of the legs of a chair that he finally lost consciousness.
“Jesse Grant,” Stone said from just behind him.  “Why am I not surprised you are in the middle of this?”
Jesse whirled around to face an angry Stone.  “I didn’t do it,” he instantly said.  Then he tried switching tactics, knowing Stone would never believe he wasn’t responsible.  “I can explain.”
But Stone held up a hand to stop him.  “I don’t want to hear it.”  And he hadn’t.
In the end Jesse, Ethan, Flynn, Kit, and Danton had been banned from all of Utopia, including the restaurants and hotel, for 60 days.  Not even knowing Alcott had also been banned had helped Jesse deal with the harsh punishment of not being allowed to attend the New Year’s Eve Party so he could wear his beautiful outfit that he’d had specially made for the event.

The End (of the story that wasn’t my fault)

Do you see why I’m so upset?  I had Lucian design new boots.  I had to force Macon to help me draw my costume.  Then I had to beg and plead with Cora, Helen, and Vera to sew it.  For weeks I’ve worked day and night getting others to make my outfit and I won’t even get to wear it all because I tried to help a friend.
Lesson learned.  No more helping others.
Don’t you mean meddling?
You were right there next to me, Ethan so you have no room to talk.
It wasn’t like you gave us a choice.  Hell, you didn’t even tell us what we were about to get involved in or that Alcott was a lunatic.
I was only trying to help a friend, Flynn.  Admit it, if I had told you, you still would have been right there with me.
Flynn gave a put upon sigh.  Fine, he admitted.   I would have had your back but I’m not sure I wouldn’t have voted to let Reed deal with Alcott on his own.  He is a security guard, former military, and more than capable of handling his own mess.
Maybe.  But I wasn’t about to admit that to Flynn or the others. 
Anyway, that is my story.  Look for new books in the Cedar Falls series for more of my exploits coming soon.
They aren’t just your exploits, Jesse.
(Sigh)
Whatever Ethan.
Happy New Year everyone.  See you next year!


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

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Chiseled Wood (MM)

Cedar Falls 19

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 43,138

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AVAILABLE: Thursday, May 4th
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, sex toys, spanking, M/M, HEA]
Welcome to Cedar Falls, a small North Carolina town nestled amongst the Smokey Mountains. Where the people are friendly and the men are hot.
Kyler Prince is determined to find his place in this world. But with only the sheltered commune he grew up in as experience, his hope of finding somewhere he could fit in seems impossible. That is, until he ended up in Cedar Falls.
Aaron Garnett has dark desires.  After he meets Kyler, he fears the innocent man would run if Aaron ever showed him what he truly wanted in a lover. But Aaron's just not sure he has the strength to stay away from Kyler.
Can Kyler convince Aaron that his desires run just as dark, or will Aaron feel the risk is too high to give him a chance?
Warning:  Interference from well-meaning friends may lead to uncontrollable laughter, especially when a mini-Jesse is introduced.



Thursday, February 9, 2017

COVER REVEAL for PURRING WITH HIS MATE

In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle.  What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse.  Yet that is exactly what happened when they came upon the town of Miracle, Oregon.



Edrick Rapp, a mountain lion shifter, wanted to kick himself for he and his friends far from their former pack years earlier. It wasn’t until he came upon one of his friends being beaten to death for their sins that he realized his mistake.

Mouse shifter, Nole Hayward, had been punished by his Alpha.  Left for dead, he barely managed to crawl away with his life.  He ends up hiding out in Miracle, Oregon until a group of mountain lion shifters show up.  Before he could get away he ends up with a building collapsing down around him and his mate rescuing him.

Can Edrick and Nole find a way to find love or will they let ghosts of the past tear them apart?